This week has seen the return to work and busy mornings trying to get everyone out of the house and where they need to be on time.
Every morning it saddens me a little that I have to leave O. To hear his little voice asking, “where me going today Mummy?’. It upsets me much more than it upsets him, he’s happy to play with Nana or Grandma or his friends at nursery and with a quick kiss and a cuddle for me he’s off.
And off I go to work. Obviously he’s always there in the back of my mind but the 150ish other kids I see during the day keep me busy and the day usually does fly by without time to think about how much I miss my boy. Once I’m at work I am in teacher mode and the mum part of me takes a back seat.
But then it starts to get close to home time. And the mum in me starts to resurface and the excitement starts to build. As I’m sat in the after school meeting, or in my revision class I’m watching the clock tick down.
As I get into my car to start the drive home I can’t help but smile because I know I’m going home to my gorgeous son. The stresses off the day slip away and all I can think about is getting a hug from my little man.
It’s been just over two years since I returned to work after becoming a mum and that feeling on the drive home is still as special as it was on my first day. Knowing that I’m on my way to see O, to see his little face light up as he runs over for a cuddle, and hearing his voice shout, “It’s my mummy!”
One of those moments when being a mum can make you feel a million dollars.